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has gone defunct with their habits of warfare.
May 4
I wonder if the reason for the grebes survival is the nature's strict taboo on them. There are certainly not a great number; the pond could not house very many. Knowing nothing about grebes I cannot check the fairy tale with what actually happens. Undoubtedly there are a great many more than we saw yesterday morning (7). They are such expert divers and can conceal themselves in the heavy grass. The tul-tul said there were no such birds on the other pond or swamp (Tomori) which is supposed to supply this one with its water. He visited the place again and secured one. When we arrived there were two on the water. One dived, watched the water for two hours and saw two more but none offered a shot - just out and down again. Spread out after lunch to hunt and a heavy rain came on. I saw a ground thrush, but that was all. It is the first I have ever encountered in the bush and I can believe they are scarce and hard to get. Just a glimpse and a brief stirring of the grass or weeds in its wake, hardly giving time to lift the gun. However I shot a fiery pygmy parrot and several other birds. Hicks and David had kept under cover from the rain in a nearby village. Returning by way of the pond I shot at another grebe and missed. A collapsible boat would be an excellent adjunct to the field equipment for such a trip. A note came up from Mr. Faulkner with a batch of biscuits by his wife. We shall leave in the morning to get down for the week-end.
May 5. Hicks and I paid a final call to the pond and he got one more of the desiderata. He has been using a .12g. gun and has killed most of the grebes taken. After a few photographs, we broke camp. On the way down I saw a white throated pigeon. This is only the second I have seen, the other having been shot by G.R., right in front of the camp at Kupeni. Reached the beach about 2:30 and went right aboard. Mr. Faulkner entertained at a fine dinner of fresh lamb at which we met the gentlemen from Teopaeana Plantation. He was much gratified to learn that the birds were worth going after. It seems he had been joshed consid-